Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 99: Blue Light Crisis: Shi Feiyang obtains the key, the black-clad leader is seriously injured and leaves a last word
Unexpectedly, Shi Feiyang was not injured and did not vomit blood.

It turned out that the Mingyu Gong he practiced had played a magical role, providing him with an indestructible body protection. The earth-shattering roar, the sound of "boom", as if the world was collapsing, was actually the result of the collision between the blue light sphere and the Mingyu Gong power emanating from Shi Feiyang's body.

Shi Feiyang felt a powerful force rushing towards him, only to be blocked firmly by the invisible shield formed by the Mingyu Gong. Like a solid rock, the shield deflected the entire impact. His body trembled, and his feet instinctively planted themselves on the ground, his knees slightly bent to absorb some of the impact. He then slowly straightened up, his eyes filled with relief at having survived.

Shi Feiyang felt a surge of relief in his heart, but he quickly calmed down, his eyes revealing deep doubts. He really didn't understand why this seemingly ordinary blue light sphere contained such powerful power.

At that moment, his brows were furrowed, their lines forming the shape of the Chinese character "川" (Chuan). His gaze was fixed on the sphere emitting a mysterious blue light, searching for the secrets hidden within. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes unblinking, as if rapidly pondering various possibilities in his mind.

Although Shi Feiyang was safe and sound, the leader in black could not escape.

The power of the blue sphere, capable of transmitting power through objects, surged like a raging torrent, instantly breaking through the black-clad leader's defenses. His internal organs seemed to be gripped and squeezed by an invisible yet immensely powerful hand. "Puff!" A mouthful of thick blood spurted out of his mouth, a column half a foot long, drawing a crimson arc in the air before cascading heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the black-clothed leader spat out several mouthfuls of blood. The corners of his mouth, chin, and even the clothes on his chest were instantly stained red by large patches of blood. The bright red color was particularly glaring in the dim light, like a strange flower blooming in the darkness.

The black-clad leader's body trembled violently, his hands instinctively clutching his chest, as if that could stem the throbbing pain. His fingers dug deep into his flesh, and the veins on his arms bulged like twisted earthworms. His face instantly turned pale as paper, devoid of color. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the blood at the corners of his mouth, trickling down his cheeks and onto the ground, leaving a dark red stain.

His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, his pupils slightly dilated due to extreme pain, silently shouting out the injustice of fate.

Yet, in his final moments, the black-clad leader, seeing Shi Feiyang sacrifice himself to protect him, was deeply moved. His eyes were filled with gratitude and guilt, a complex mix of emotions. His lips trembled slightly, and with difficulty, he spoke to Shi Feiyang in a halting voice: "Be careful... mysterious power... Black Wind Village..." His voice was weak but full of warning, conveying a crucial message with his last ounce of strength. His hand rose feebly, as if trying to grasp something, but then slowly dropped, finally drooping at his side, motionless. Only the rapid, weak breathing gave him some sign of life.

Shi Feiyang's sharp eyes noticed that the black-clad leader had one hand pressed against his chest, seemingly clutching something. He approached and saw that the black-clad leader was clutching a jade pendant. With swift and decisive action, Shi Feiyang crouched down slightly, gently pried open the black-clad leader's fingers, and took the jade pendant in his hand, examining it carefully.

Then, he cleverly took out the token from his bosom that could glow and heat when fighting with the birds. He reached into his bosom, fumbled for a while, and then took out the token, which flickered faintly in the dim light.

At this moment, the flute-playing elder walked toward Shi Feiyang with steady steps, each step firm and powerful, as if measuring the trajectory of fate. His eyes revealed a hint of relief, a glimmer of hope, filled with recognition and expectation for Shi Feiyang. The elder earnestly told Shi Feiyang that he must collect all seven keys. Only then could he unlock the ancient curse space and rescue the imprisoned leaders. His voice was deep and rich, as if it came from ancient times, carrying a convincing power.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Shi Feiyang with deep eyes, and said slowly: "My child, these seven keys are related to the survival of the martial arts world. You are shouldering a great mission."

It turned out that the token and the jade pendant were both keys, and the other key that matched the token was actually a ferocious flying bird.

"Hmm!" Shi Feiyang replied softly, his voice firm and powerful. He secretly thought that if he could capture the bird, all his problems would be solved. He nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, and he had already outlined his next plan in his mind. At this moment, as if with telepathy, the bird let out a strange cry, a sharp and loud "cry" that cut through the air. Then it swooped down, its wings flapping rapidly, bringing a whirring sound, and landed in front of the black-clad leader's body. It arced in the air and landed steadily on the ground, its head shaking slightly, as if confirming something.

The token in Shi Feiyang's hand suddenly began to glow and heat up. The light became brighter and brighter, like the rising sun, gradually dispelling the darkness. The heat also became higher and higher, as if it was about to burn. There was even a slight halo fluctuation on the surface of the token.

Shi Feiyang's eyes widened in surprise. He gripped the token tightly, feeling the warmth from it, a look of surprise on his face. The massive, ferocious bird bowed solemnly to the black-clad leader's body, its movements slow and reverent. Then, it slowly stood beside Shi Feiyang, its eyes revealing a hint of awe as it saluted him, a look that spoke of recognition and submission. It lowered its head slightly, wings folded slightly, and stood quietly beside Shi Feiyang, awaiting his command.

Gong Simeng, Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu were stunned by the scene before them, their eyes widened and their mouths slightly open.

Finally coming to their senses, their faces were instantly filled with joyful smiles. The sky finally cleared up after the haze. The three of them cheered and excitedly ran over to hug Shi Feiyang, their joy beyond words.

Gong Simeng rushed forward first, with light steps, almost jumping over, and hugged Shi Feiyang, her face flushed with happiness, and she shouted: "Fei Yang, that's great!" She hugged Shi Feiyang tightly with both hands, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu followed closely behind. Xiang Kun walked quickly forward with a simple smile on his face and patted Shi Feiyang's shoulder vigorously. Jin Liufu jumped up with a smile and high-fived Shi Feiyang. The three of them hugged each other tightly, and their laughter echoed in the corridor.

A gratified smile also appeared on Shi Feiyang's face. His heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. All his efforts were rewarded at this moment. That smile was filled with relaxation after fatigue and the joy of victory.

He gently patted Gong Simeng's back, then exchanged glances with Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu, their eyes filled with tacit understanding and joy. Shi Feiyang carefully placed the token and jade pendant into the deerskin bag at his waist, invisible to mortals. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he were placing the most precious treasure in the world. He gently opened the deerskin bag, his fingers trembling slightly as he slowly placed the token and jade pendant inside, then carefully tied the bag to ensure they would not fall out. His eyes remained focused on the deerskin bag, as if guarding an inestimable secret. Then, he reached out and gently stroked the bird's head and feathers. His movements were as gentle as a spring breeze, his fingers gently sliding across the bird's feathers, as if caressing his most beloved child.

The bird nodded meekly, as if to tell Shi Feiyang that it would obey his command from now on and fight alongside him. It shook its head slightly and let out a soft chirp. Shi Feiyang slid his fingers from the bird's head to its neck, a gentle smile on his face as he whispered, "From now on, I'll rely on you."

The elder suddenly seemed to remember something important, pointed at the injured monster, and explained to Shi Feiyang that it was a white tiger, which symbolized the murderous aura among the four symbols. It had the magical power to drive away evil and avoid danger, and was the guardian of justice.

Shi Feiyang turned his head to look at the white tiger. He saw that the beast was huge, its white fur gleaming in the dim light, and it was extremely powerful. It exuded a powerful aura that made people shudder.

Its body is like a small mountain, with taut muscles, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty.

The elder continued to tell Shi Feiyang that the flying bird was actually the Vermilion Bird.

Vermillion Bird is the god of the South, representing the summer season of fire, and symbolizing light and passion.

Shi Feiyang and the others turned to look at the Suzaku, realizing it was unlike any other bird in reality. It possessed the magnificent form of a phoenix, its entire body covered in blazing flames. The flames danced across its body, emitting a blazing heat that seemed to ignite everything around it. The flames emitted a whooshing sound, illuminating the surrounding space.

The old man also said that now, White Tiger and Vermillion Bird have both surrendered to Shi Da Xia, and Shi Da Xia will undoubtedly achieve extraordinary success in the future.

Shi Feiyang listened to the elder's words with excitement in his eyes. He clenched his fists slightly, his heart full of fighting spirit, and he had already seen the scene of himself making great achievements in the future.

Shi Feiyang was ecstatic, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had already seen a bright future, a glint like the brightest stars in the night sky. He immediately ordered Xiang Kun to release the White Tiger and quickly took out the "Tianshan Snow Lotus Water" to clean the White Tiger's wound. He gently opened the bottle of Tianshan Snow Lotus Water and slowly poured the water onto the White Tiger's wound. The water made a sizzling sound as it touched the wound.

His movements were gentle and focused, his eyes fixed on the white tiger's wound, as if he were performing a sacred ritual. He then carefully fed the white tiger the Shaolin treasure "Shao Huan Dan".

The old man clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Shi Feiyang. He handed the parchment scroll back to Shi Feiyang and said, "This parchment scroll can also be considered a key. The specific location of the Black Wind Village is marked on it. Xia Shi, please check it yourself. It is not a difficult task. Now, five of the seven keys to open the ancient curse space are in Xia Shi's hands. I believe that Xia Shi can also find the remaining two keys." After that, he floated away like a breeze. His figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a mysterious and expectant back.

Shi Feiyang took the parchment scroll, looked at it carefully, and then carefully put it away. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must find the remaining keys and rescue the imprisoned leaders.

Gong Simeng was filled with joy, her eyes sparkling as if there were stars in the sky.

She couldn't wait to give Suzaku an order, her voice trembling with excitement, like a fledgling about to take flight, filled with longing for the vast sky. Her voice, clear and melodious, echoed through the valley, filled with boundless energy, expressing her eager yearning for soaring high: "Suzaku, take us soaring to the heavens!" She waved her hands, her eyes fixed on Suzaku, a smile of anticipation on her face.

Shi Feiyang mounted the white tiger steadily. The white tiger's broad and strong back was like solid earth, giving him a full sense of security. It carried not only his body, but also all his expectations for the future.

He grabbed the white tiger's mane with both hands, exerted a little force, stepped on the white tiger's leg, and stepped up lightly.

He gently stroked the white tiger's mane, his fingertips sliding across the soft yet tough hair. He could truly feel the powerful strength contained in this ancient creature, as well as its unreserved gentleness and loyalty to him.

The white tiger seemed to be infected by his joyful mood and let out a low and powerful roar. With a "woop", the sound seemed to travel through thousands of years of time and space, lingering in the valley for a long time, shaking the surrounding air slightly.

Shi Feiyang leaned forward slightly, put his head close to Baihu's ear, and whispered softly, "Let's go! Let's create a miracle together."

(End of this chapter)